As the referee's whistle fell, a psychic shield suddenly rose, and the psychic energy fluctuations in the field reached a peak in an instant. The Xingyuan Sect and Tianling Sect teams started almost simultaneously, but the difference in momentum between the two teams was stark. The Tianling Sect players took hesitant steps, their eyes wandering, as if they were afraid of the unknown fate that lay ahead. Meanwhile, the Xingyuan Sect players were like unbridled beasts, each step carrying the decisiveness and murderous intent of a predator. The entire field seemed to be enveloped by a cold power.

At the forefront was Wen Xiu. No longer the frail captain humming a tune while brewing tea, he was now a completely remodeled psychic assault machine. His psychic shield shone brightly as he ran, accompanied by a rushing sound of wind as he charged straight into the Tianling Sect's vanguard.

"boom--!"

The huge impact force was accompanied by the sound of the psychic shield exploding. Before the Tianling Sect member could even let out a scream, he drew an exaggerated arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, even cracking his psychic armor.

The audience outside the stadium exclaimed in surprise. Someone said in amazement, "Did these people from Xingyuan Sect... consume some rare treasure? How come they are so strong?" Another person shuddered, "This kind of strength would make even a physical cultivator's scalp tingle."

The Tianling Sect's players were demoralized by this opening move, and before they could react, the Xingyuan Sect's next wave of attacks swept in like a storm. Following Wen Xiu closely was Yuan Pangpang, the former spiritual fruit fanatic now a complete "psychic bombing maniac." He nimbly maneuvered around Wen Xiu, his shoulder swaying slightly, a glittering psychic bomb already in his hand.

"Come on, can you stop it?" Yuan Pangpang grinned and casually threw the bomb towards the Tianling Sect's defensive position. His movements were understated, but as accurate as a seasoned thrower.

"Boom!" A psychic bomb exploded in the center of the Tianling Sect's position, sending a psychic storm of dust soaring. Several players attempting to defend were blown away, their bodies tumbling to the ground. One of the players struggled on the ground for a few moments before finally lying flat on his back, a look of despair on his face: "Why...why did I even come to compete?"

The Tianling Sect's coach slammed the railing, his feet pounding with anxiety. "Quick! Hold the formation! Don't let them disrupt the rhythm!" Unfortunately, no one on the field listened. Facing the Xingyuan Sect's overwhelming attack, the Tianling Sect's players completely lost their composure, running away in panic, their heads in their hands, their demeanor completely gone.

Zhang Xiyu stood coldly at the rear of the team, his expression as focused as if he were conducting an experiment. He casually summoned a psychic barrier, quickly erecting a defensive wall to block several Tianling Sect members who attempted to counterattack. Then, he raised his hand, and a long staff inlaid with runes appeared in his hand.

"Explode," Zhang Xiyu whispered, as if giving himself an order. He manipulated the psychic runes on his staff, drawing a sharp arc in the air and accurately striking the Tianling Sect's defensive node.

"Bang!" With a crisp explosion, the Tianling Sect's psychic defense completely collapsed. Zhang Xiyu nodded with satisfaction, muttering to himself, "Theory and practice are combined quite well."

One of the opposing team members watched his armor explode and couldn't help but yell, "This guy is crazy! Who would pull off such a precise strike in a game?"

The Xingyuan Sect's players pressed forward, like a relentless torrent, tearing the Tianling Sect's lines apart. Some Tianling Sect disciples, crushed to the point where they couldn't even reach the shadow of their psychic energy balls, were forced to withdraw from the competition area. Many more simply lay on the ground, feigning death, their faces etched with expressions of "I'm done playing!"

The audience on the sidelines erupted in an uproar. Someone couldn't help but shout, "This isn't a competition! This is clearly a one-sided crushing defeat by Xingyuan Sect!"

On the court, Ning Yuge was so excited he was about to take off. He stood on the sidelines, waving his arms and shouting so loudly he almost shattered the shield: "Wen Xiu! Smash them to death! I don't care if their parents recognize them! Pangpang, keep blowing them up! Blast them into a flower!"

Upon hearing the command, Fatty Yuan instantly abandoned his once-cautious lifestyle, his grin brimming with a bully-like smile. He pulled out two psychic bombs, his movements as deft as if he were chopping vegetables in the kitchen. With a flick of his hand, the bombs drew a graceful arc and landed precisely in the center of the Tianling Sect's rear defense.

"Boom!" The psychic explosion caused a violent energy wave. Several members of the Tianling Sect ran away with their heads in their hands, like a group of pheasants being chased and beaten. The situation was completely out of control.

Ning Yuge shouted more and more excitedly on the sidelines, the excitement on his face almost solidifying into substance: "Well done! Beat them harder! Make them question their lives! Let them know that our Xingyuan Sect's attitude is - tooth for tooth, life for life!"

Shen Qingwan stood in the audience, watching this scene, her mouth slightly open, her whole body frozen. She turned to look at Ling Ruoxi: "Junior Sister Ruoxi...isn't this really a massacre?"

Ling Ruoxi tried hard to hold back her laughter and shrugged: "Sister Shen, don't say that. Massacre sounds too cruel. This is just my cousin's 'friendly way of getting along'."

On the field, the captain of the Tianling Sect finally lost his patience. His face flushed red as he roared, "Follow me! Go get the ball!" Leading two of his teammates, he attempted to bypass Wen Xiu and Yuan Pangpang's interception and head straight for the spiritual energy ball.

Their movements were swift and seemed certain of victory, but before they could even get close to the psychic sphere, they were stopped by a cold voice: "Do you think I can only draw runes?"

Zhang Xiyu stood on the other side of the psychic sphere, a cold glint in his eyes. He raised his hand, and the psychic pen wrote rapidly in the air. Several rays of spiritual light intertwined to form a complex rune array, directly trapping the three people from the Tianling Sect.

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